Jan 26 2010
Sometimes I complain about the squirrels at my feeder and sometimes I marvel at them, but I never thought about how many there are until I heard this story last weekend.
Recently the woman who lives three doors down was on her front porch when a man drove up in a pickup truck and parked across from her house. He then unloaded cage after cage of squirrels and proceeded to let them go at the edge of the city ballpark across our street. In the midst of this activity he noticed her, quickly gathered his empty cages, jumped into his truck and drove away.
It’s not the first time I’ve heard of rodent relocation.
A co-worker who lives in the city once discovered a large family of groundhogs eating her garden. She couldn’t bear to kill them so she captured them, one after the other, in a Have-a-Heart trap. Each time she caught a groundhog her husband put the cage in the back of his truck and drove away. At first she didn’t want to know where he took them but after the second or third trip she asked him what happened to the groundhog. Her husband answered, “He’s living in the suburbs now.”
Like balls on the roulette wheel the unwanted rodents go for a spin.
“Round and round the roulette goes
Where it stops, nobody knows.”
Maybe “nobody knows,” but I’m pretty sure I have someone else’s squirrels at my feeder.
(photo by Chuck Tague)